The ceiling sat blank, never the story I searched for. The insomnia and anxiety forced every sense on over time.
"Why must I be the horror fanatic?"
I grabbed my phone and opened my EMF reader. The thing seemed cheesy but came in handy. I found out it worked one day when I touched it to a battery and it started getting static. And that is the life of this teenager.
I sat for about half an hour with the rumbling white noise as I waited, listened, and hoped for the sounds I grew familiar with. Suddenly a squeal of atonomous frequency popped in my ear like a metal detector. A soft rub of fabric emitted from my ten year old sister's room. The sound of a graceful yawn and her waltz of half slumber to the restroom lights and the door close. There was only one thing that bothered me. Nothing was there. Just her. No phone, ear rings nothing electronic." So why did the EME go off like that?" I wondered to the point of pity.
My eyes got heavy. I decided I was going to give in to the night when suddenly I heard the pop again. The sound that never fails to send a surge of excitement. I sat up and listened to the feed. Suddenly I heard the rustling from my sister's room. And in total disfunction, I watched my sister exit her room and walk into the light of the bathroom. My mind began questioning again, but as quickly as the door closed, it swiftly and perfectly flung open. My sister calmly but almost cautiously perched her way into my door way and stopped.
I sat up and watched her, just standing there.
"What's up?" I said attempting to break the black ice. In almost perfect notion and time, she shrugged. She slowly walked back to the bathroom and stopped in the door way.
I heard a shriek from the EMF transfer and watched as the feed translated.
"W.....A.....TC.....H....I...NG...."
"What in the hell!?" I thought in absolute confusion. My mind raced at the meaning when I noticed my sisters shadow still craning the restrooms light. I slowly crept my foot onto the floor and then the next. I prounced to the doorway when suddenly my EMF spiked in startling tone. The bathroom door slammed shut at a speed I knew wasn't capable of my sisters doing. The translator feed began and worked at amazing speed.
"S.....EE.......NNNN....---M...US...T---....FIN...D.."
That's when I understood what going on. I ran back to my bed and consumed myself in the non-existent safety of my covers. I waited.
"What's going on..." I thought.
I blinked. And then it happened. A smooth sliding sound against flannel sheets. Coming from her room.
I got up and as my feet touched the deep carpet, a hand, and a tiny one by the sound, gripped the doorway.
Static began emiting from my phone at horrifying frequencies. My anxiety could have been the demon approaching alone but to make matters worse, it showed itself.
I watched a figure with no definition step into my door way. Raspy whispers in Latin and groans of death crawled from the demons essence with mellow will. And I knew the figure. It was a vanta black figure, of my sister.
I tried to yell for help but as I opened my mouth and breathed in the static overwhelmed me. My voice of choice had no meaning. It stepped forward and knealed down. Two feet way. That's all it was and the horrifying scene was enough to kill.
Then I realized something. She was trying to talk to me. I hesitated and leaned in close.
"Wh-what? What is it-t." I questioned in total fear. She leaned in and grabbed my wrist. Pain flow threw my veins at light speed. I let out a shout of pain, but it was no use. I writhed and shouted for the pain to stop. She leaned in and calmly whispered in my ear.
"SHADOW NOW, WATCHER"
She vanished leaving vanta smoke and before my eyes closed I heard a shriek from the bathroom and the slip and thunk of my sister.
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